it’s one of those grey mornings when I can pretend like the world doesn’t know I’m awake yet. So I’ll hide in my room for a while with a book and my guitar. and I’ll try and make this last as long as possible.
Sin of the Intellect
I haven’t written in a while. Mostly because of business or x number of other excuses I could conjure up. I do however have a very irritating twitch in my lower left eye-lid which I tried to calm by breathing heavily. no luck. I’m coming back to a place of need. For expression, on the one hand. For union, on the other. So often though these things are at odds with each other. Let me...